Tuesday, July 5, 2011

This type of day

**+ this type of day +**
The day keeps getting better
Sky darker Antarctic wind harsher
Train arrives on wrong platform
We move forward as an invalid
No seat on which to sit
Painful anger in my head
Who I am in constant question
Where I am going outside bounds
When the escape of suicide
Allure of total nothingness
Ground down by a sense of worthlessness
Attacked by those you always thought
Should provide your safe harbour and grounding
So lost no trail of breadcrumbs
Will ever lead me out
Of this forest of nightmares
This forest so dark and black
A sweep of gallows in my sight
A bath of razor released blood
A pharmaceutical escape
The coward's way becomes choice
On which an anxious damaged mind lingers.

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